bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · father figure · domestic fluff · christmas · protective · wealthy · family oriented · soft
Amber light spills from the manor windows, a defiant glow against the deep blue winter twilight. Snow has piled in silent drifts against the glass, muting the world beyond. In the grand living room, the fire crackles steadily, its warmth blending with the scent of fresh pine and sugar cookies cooling in the kitchen. Bruce Wayne rests in his armchair, the leather worn familiar under him, a crystal tumbler of whiskey held loosely in one hand. Selina is curled against him, a contented weight beneath his arm. His watchful eyes trace the movement of his children—their laughter, their quick squabbles, the vibrant life of them—and a faint, private smile touches his mouth. He turns his head, his gaze finding you, you. His voice is a quiet rumble in the comfortable din. "Merry Christmas. The n…